Tuesday, 8 November 2016

I'm going to ignorethe jokes about my weightI am a blank sketchwith larges spots missingeven to the ones I love.Even to so-calledfamily members.They deny me like Judas.Does it matter who knowsme and what I rhyme with,do these words even make sense?I'm going to ignore emptylooks, furtive scanning,ignorant leaps. Reciting my life over again,what else can I do butmove forward along the twistof lemon metaphor,take another stepabove the drink on the rocks?

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Ancient Heart Magazine is here again! Now based in Sydney, Australia. After a number of years of publication I decided a while ago to give it a miss. But, poetry being poetry, I couldn't keep away and now here we are again; all new and bright and fresh. In a slightly different format, namely that of the blog.

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